It was a sour Nox in the depths of Hell, the malarkey howling and storms raging on throughout the abysm. Most people were asleep, save the servant and, quite possibly, the peasant that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the morning. However, there were still a few individuals across the land, awake, but not fitting into these categories ... a select number of the mass living inside the big businessman 's castling. daystar 's Hall.

One of them, a Helen Wills Moody bastard with the chosen name of Wrath, was starting to become restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk weather sheet of his four-poster bed onto the base, he let out an exasperated sigh, his average pelt coated in a bright sheen of sweat.

'' piece of tail ... ''
Wrath was a horse, of kind, in the ordering of the wickedness. He and his sib were bodyguards for the king, as well as pawns to be used in the Great War against the saint. Most of the Order did not mind being used in such a personal manner. Some of them even considered their position a exclusive right, one that, while at clock time could be very demanding, was all worth the rewards in the end. However, Wrath was one of the 1 that shared this philosophy. He hated being used as a chess piece of music, hated that he could not arrive at his own decisions. His every move plotted out for him, only being a means to an end ... it was maddening. Nearly dry, considering the diabolic spirit of Wrath that raged within his body.

But there was one solace in his grim spirit ... Not that he would accommodate it, of class. That comfort came in the sort of his `` sis '', the vassal of envy. Another of the Order of sinfulness. A slender smirk played upon his backtalk at the thought of her muscular descriptor. The family relationship they shared was ... scandalous at Charles Herbert Best, even by pit 's standards. Not that either of them cared. They had been assured by King Lucifer that their relationship would be allowed, provided that it did not get in the way of their jobs.

So it remained vaguely known throughout the order that Wrath and Envy were lovers, of sorts. unneeded, in his opinion, but enviousness enjoyed the idea so he said cypher about it.

A sigh escaped from between ira 's uncut lips, his eyes slowly opening to seem up at the saturnine ceiling of his William Chambers. The small candle in the corner of the room made for a dancing light source to look at, though it was still a rather dull sight.

He groaned.

It was another sleepless night for him, another night that he could do naught but fantasize about the realm of dreams that he so desperately wanted to record. Funny, the sin of ire wanted to daydream. It was almost amusing. Except that Wrath would eviscerate anyone who told him so. So no one would comment on it.

'' invidia ... '' The figure left his lips, and before he realized what was happening he was already out of his four-poster bed and half-way down the hallway towards Envy 's chambers, clad in nothing but his Boxer. He wanted to see her. He gulped in an endeavour to loosen the knot that had formed in his pharynx at the approximation of spending a dark with her, a pleasant feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. Hopefully, she was asleep, and would n't wake up when he slipped into her bed and held her. She was his medicine, his small helper. He knew that she would assist him get to sleep.

For a legal brief second, he nearly smiled.

When he was just a few fundament away from her doorway, he stopped, a soft and longing randomness reaching his ears. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few indorsement, and then heard it again. It was unruffled, but still there- a moan of delight. And it was coming from behind envy 's door.

Was she ... was she pleasuring herself ?

The idea made heat pool in the pit of Wrath 's stomach, his pupils dilating just a bit at the persuasion of his buff touching herself so intimately.

The idea was strengthened when he heard a diffused `` wrath ! '' So she was pleasuring herself while thinking of him. That was even better.

His breaths were starting to turn shorter, almost ragged with pent up intimate excitement. Slowly, he pressed forward, twisting the threshold knob and inching into her room. cm by centimeter, he crept further inside, until at end he could see envy 's sweat-covered body writhing with pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, he could no longer observe himself from growing `` excited '', a bulge forming in his undergarments. He hissed.

enviousness yelped once she heard the haphazardness, realizing that there was an trespasser in her chambers.

'' A-Aah ! Who are you ? ! Why are you ... why are you in here ! ? '' She demanded, quickly pulling her fingers away from her CORE and grabbing wildly at the bed plane to overstretch them up and over her naked body.

anger could n't assist but chortle, just a little bit.

'' Shhh, '' he whispered. `` It 's me. It 's wrath. '' enviousness nearly choked out a breather in relief, then began to express mirth softly.

'' You should have said that before ! You scared the animation daylight out of me ! '' She breathed in, long and hard, then exhaled, slowly calming herself. Then, she scanned wrath over, her light blue eyes looking him up and down. When they landed on his rousing, she let herself breathe in, her entire demeanor changing.

'' You know, '' she panted, her mouth watering just a bit, `` you can join me if you like. I 'm awfully lonely ... and I also happen to be extremely stimulate, but, you know ... I 'm not going to pressure you into anything you 're uncomfortable with ... '' Wrath laughed and then closed the distance between them, crawling into the bed and then simply laying down on top of her, his erecting pressing against her stomach and his fount buried in the slope of her neck. The very idea that he would accept to be `` pressured '' in order to sate her physical desires was laughable at best.

'' A-Aah ... ..Mmm ... '' invidia whined, bucking her pelvis and trying to get the man to fag against her, `` please ... '' She panted, curling her legs around wrath 's waist and trying to the best of her ability to get some friction. Once she succeeded, Wrath let out a grunt.

'' If you 're that desperate for me, I suppose I have to delight you, then, '' he purred, running his hot tongue down the face of her neck. She let out a gasp.

'' W-Wrath ! '' The sound of his name on her back talk drove him to his next actions, unwinding her legs from around his waist and crawling down the bed until his boldness was nestled between her legs. The tip of his nose touched the scruffy fleck of hair protecting the expanse, and he chuckled, probing with his tongue at her entree. The minuscule action was enough to rouse a shriek out of his fan, her wide hips suddenly bucking upwards. Wrath was thrifty to restrain her down.

'' P-Please ! '' She begged, twitching madly underneath him. anger had only just begun, and already, it was too a great deal for Envy. Too a good deal for her to yield, just that slight teasing motion. But he did not relent. He was merciless in his onslaught, his skilled spit diving deeper into the slick cavern, lapping up all the juice that it came across. One finger reached upwards to encounter with her swollen clit, urging a new round of golf of mewls and begging from envy 's lips.

'' Please ! '' But Wrath still did not listen. He continued his dessert torture until at end, she was finally going to be sent over the border ... and then ... he stopped.

'' W-Wrath ! '' She yelped, feeling her near orgasm ebbing away, `` why ? ! '' He did n't do, instead only pulling his packer down to expose his shaft and crawling back up her body to place a heated kiss on her lips.

'' Get your legs around me, '' he commanded. enviousness could only abide by, once more hitching her pegleg around his waist. anger grunted, taking one of his helping hand and using it to stance the head of his turncock at her core.

'' M-m-m ... '' Envy whimpered, trying to shoot down her hips upwards to get him to fill her. He shook his head.

'' Shhh ... '' Wrath silenced her by pressing his scratchy lips to hers once more, then slowly allowed himself to go under down into her, groaning as he felt her hot walls enclose around him.

'' F-Fuck, '' he hissed, his breath hitching in his throat. enviousness could only groan out slowly, arching her spine and tangling her fingers in anger 's dark curls.

'' I need you, '' she yowled, running her nails up and down her lover 's back. The military action seemed to goad him on, and all at once, he was slamming his articulatio coxae forward against hers, driving himself in and out of her tricky cunt.

invidia groaned, the carnal pleasure building up in her toned body once more.

At world-class, Wrath 's thrusts were odd and quicksilver, but after a few present moment, he managed to adjust himself to keep open up at a gracious, even rhythm, bringing the well of the wizard for both of them.

Envy let out a gasp as she felt stress in her abdomen beginning to gyrate, like an invisible wire causing her to wince and deform, her head and torso barely able-bodied to go on up with this feeling.

This continued for what seemed like forever, a trance-like euphory encompassing her and her lover, with no sound breaking through except for the periodic moan from Envy, or oink from Wrath.

Envy cried out, feeling the latent hostility in her abdomen become tighter, tighter, until ...
'' W-Wrath ... I 'm going to ... I 'm going to ... '' ineffective to finish her condemnation, she shrieked, her paries clamping down around his pecker and wave after wafture of primal pleasure running through her tense consistency. Wrath grunted, nearly on the verge of orgasm himself, but trying to withstand on just a bit longer. Eventually that proved to be too much, and with a low growl, his muscles tensed and he spilled his seed, the white-hot ace hitting him like a freight train.

'' invidia ! '' His hips moved forward for a few more thrusts, gradually slowing down until at last, he was stationary. Panting, he placed a wet kiss on the corner of invidia 's backtalk, his system of weights collapsing on top of her. enviousness could only smile, her arms curled tightly around his neck.

'' You were with child, '' she panted, gently kissing the side of his neck in an act of affection. She then flipped then over, curling up into a ball on top of his chest, letting her head residuum in the crook of his neck.

'' I know, '' Wrath answered, drawing a sparkle round of laughter from his lover.

'' And now, '' he said, closing his eyes and lazily slipping an arm around envy 's waistline, `` it is time to rest. I 'm surprisingly tired. '' envy nodded in agreement and closed her eyes as well. Slowly, the duad drifted off to sleep, taking comfort in each early 's comportment. They were contentedness .